Friday, April 29, 2016

Luna's gift... Yogurt

I have long admired people who make at home what most people buy at the grocery store.  When my friend Marion mentioned that she was making a batch of yogurt she had my rapt attention.  "It's not hard," she told me. I didn't believe her.

Yogurt is the Turkish word for milk that has been curdled with a lactic starter. It can be made from any kind of milk; cow, sheep, goat or even soy milk. Here in the U.S. we are used to eating yogurt made from cows milk, which is then thickened with things like modified food starch, gelatin, or carrageean. Yogurt made at home, without those thickening agents, may not have the same texture as what you are used to, but it is delicious and so good for you!

And it turns out that Marion was right, as usual.  I did some research on making yogurt with goat milk and gave it a whirl. It wasn't hard!

First I heated the fresh milk up to 185 degrees.  Then I chilled it back down to around 110 degrees.  Next I stirred some yogurt cultures (alternately I could have  used some plain yogurt from the grocery store) to a bit of the milk. This was stirred up well, then mixed  in to the rest of the warm milk.  Next it went into my marvelous yogurt maker, which keeps the mix at a nice even temperature. The magic number is around 110-115 degrees. The yogurt then incubates for 8-10 hours.

After that I popped it in the fridge. And then I tried it.

Mixed in with some fresh fruit... tangy, a little sweet, and just delicious.  I make yogurt myself all the time now.  I whip up amazing fruit smoothies, or I have it in a little bowl with a droozle of honey and a handful of walnuts.  Yogurt is full of beneficial bacterial called probiotics that are known to boost the immune system and aid in digestive health.

And it tastes great. 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Luna's gift... X rated.

That first year that we had goats I tried to find a male goat, or buck, to come visit. I wanted to breed the girls so we could have kids in the spring and milk for the coming year.  Goats have a 5 month gestation period, and most types of goats only breed in the fall.  You can tell when a female comes into estrus because she become more vocal, more affectionate, and will wag her tail often and with great vigor.  I didn't have much luck finding a buck to borrow. My friend suggest I buy one, keep him until the girls were bred and then sell him.  I did just that. The local swap paper had a male Nubian goat from excellent bloodlines advertised.  We went to get him on a cold October day in my pick up truck.  He rode home in the back seat.

Now let me tell you a little something about male goats.  They smell bad. During the breeding season male goats are said to be in "rut." During this time the scent glands located near their horns produce a heavy musky scent.  Girl goats find this to be irresistibly attractive. And boy goats do something else to make them smell even more "alluring"... they urinate on their faces and beards. I had read about "buck stink," but I had no frame of reference to understand what all the fuss was about.  The day we went to pick up or new Lothario, I blithely popped him into the truck and hopped happily in the passengers seat.  I got a slight whiff of goat and said to my husband, "Oh, that is not so bad..." Then I glanced over at my patient man, behind the wheel. His eyes were watering.  "I feel like I've been maced."  It was then that the full strength of the scent hit me.  We rolled our windows down, and cranked up the heat. It was a long, cold, windy, smelly ride home.  So powerful was the odor that I had a pounding headache by the time we pulled into our driveway.  We never exited a vehicle any faster.

The girls found him to be enchanting.  What followed was two weeks of x rated activity in the pasture. Then I put an ad in the same paper I found him in and sent him off to a nice farm. It took a few weeks for the pasture to lose the stench of him. 

If anyone ever tells you that something "smells like a goat," you will know for certain that it is not a compliment.

Luna's gift... Window watching...

I am lucky enough to live in an old, comfortable house.  There are lots of windows and they look out to meadow and lawn and gardens and woods.  I love how the light streams in and I love how at night the dark presses in like a hug.  But I didn't fully appreciate all the windows until we got livestock.

Where we had the goat and pony cozy built is on a high spot of the property so the drainage is good. And the entrance faces south to protect them from incoming storms. It also happens to be easily visible from both the living room and my work studio.  It delights me to look out and see the animals lounging in the sun, playing,  eating, or getting a long drink of water.


The pasture stretches out behind the house, so while I am in the dining room or kitchen I can glance out and see the animals grazing. I look past the winter speckles on the glass and see the horse and goats moving about in a loose group.  Cars slow down when they pass, people staring at the tranquil scene.
I find myself pausing often just to gaze out. Pleasant little pauses in my daily rounds.


 "I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror.   Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you." Bill Withers




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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Luna's gift... Vexing, vigilant and vocal

There are so many "V" words to describe my goats.
Let's just describe this mornings activities.  I am currently wearing a sling on my right (dominant) arm as I recover from a dislocated shoulder.  For the past 2 weeks my family has been pitching in to do morning livestock chores, but both husband and daughter had to leave the house at 6:00 AM for work today so I was on my own.

The goats were vigilant at the fence, waiting for my arrival. And breakfast.

They well know the time that food arrives, and they are ready.  We have put up temporary hot wire fencing to block off some of the pasture. This will keep the animals off of it while the grasses have a chance to grow and rejuvenate this spring. The horse is extremely respectful of the electric fence, the goats?  Not so much.  Luna must have been really hungry, OR she knows I turn the fence off before I come out with food, because she barged right through to get her breakfast.

After I the goats were fed and milked, I tried to lead them, one at a time, back through the electric fence.  Ella, by far the naughtiest of the goats, went on walk-about and led me on a merry chase around the pasture before I caught her and put her where I wanted her to be.  Jane and Celeste were a bit more manageable.  Luna went docilely where I asked her to go, then did a twirl and went right back out again. She had a yen to nosh on the brush pile it seemed. I left her to her own devices and fed the rabbits.  Luna looked longingly at the other goats and horse out in the big pasture. She let me lead her through the gate and joined the herd.  Vexing minx!

The three darker colored goats all have some Nubian blood. Celeste and Ella had a handsome Nubian father, and he was Jane's grandfather.  He left his mark in those LONG ears and colorful markings. And in their voices. I had read that Nubian goats are loud. They have a lot to say and make no effort to be quiet.  I thought, "How bad could it be?" It's bad. They are the most strident goats ever. Their  voices call out in clarion cries though the stillness of the meadow.  I can tell which voice belongs to which goat, and let me tell you, Jane Doe, the youngest, talks the most. Sometimes her bleats are merely conversational, other times they take on a complaining tone.  She is comical in her constant comments. And vexing.


Luna's gift... Utility

Goats are truly "utility" animals.  They can serve so many purposes, even on a very small farmlette like ours.

Let's just lay out all the things goats can do to be indispensable:
  • Excellent, entertaining companions. 
  • Produce delicious, healthy milk that can be used to make yogurt, cheese and soap.
  • Brush control.  Goats can and do graze on grass, but what is best for them is eating low, pesky, brush.  Poison ivy?  A delicacy!  Goats can clear out a scrubby area like nobody's business.
  • Fertilizer- goat "pellets" make excellent fertilizer.  They are low in odor, do not attract bugs as much as cow or horse manure, are less likely to "burn" plants.  
  • Pack animals- goats can be trained to carry a pack or pull a wagon, making them very useful for hiking or hauling things. 
  • Wool!  Did you know that some breeds of goats produce fine, warm, beautiful wool?  Angora goats are bred specifically for this reason.  Cashmere, that most coveted warm wool is from goats.  
  • Skins-Goat skins are used widely to make durable, warm garments.
  • Meat- I am so fond of my goats I rather hate to mention it, but goat meat is delicious.High in protein and low in fat, Chevon is widely eaten world wide, only recently gaining popularity here in the U.S.  It tastes a bit like beef, and a bit like lamb.
 Versatile, adorable and easy to keep, goats can be utilized in so many ways. I think everyone should have a few!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Luna's gift... Trust

Goats were among the first of all domesticated animals, and began their relationship with humans 10-11,000 years ago.  It is believed that Neolithic farmers in the Near East were the first to keep goats for their meat, milk and hides.  This long relationship has certainly been of benefit to humans, and the handful of wild goats tamed those many years have turned into around 300 known breeds of domestic goats today.

This long relationship has resulted in animals that are friendly, smart and easy to handle.  What is a special gift though, is the trust that goats have in their humans.  They rely on us for food, water, shelter and medical care. But they also have genuine relationships with their people.  I have evidence of this due to the way my goats act when they give birth.  They want me with them. In fact, they insist upon it.


When Ella kidded two years ago it was a yard work day. I had been out and about all day, fixing fences, clearing away winter debris from the pasture, cleaning up and patching up.  Ella was staying close to the goat cozy, even when the other girls were out grazing. I was keeping an eye on her.  In the late afternoon she began to call out, and only stopped when I joined her and sat down.

Once I was there, with a stack of clean towels and other birth assistance materials, she settled down.

And began to push.

In no time two little feet in a slippery bag appeared, with a nose just behind them.

Labor was hard!
Ella seemed comforted that I was there.

In no time two strong, adorable bucklings entered the world.

Ella let us dry them off, dip their umbilical cords in iodine to prevent infection, and even help them up to nurse.  This level of trust brings tears to my eyes.  She wanted me with her during this major event. She allowed me to handle her new babies from the moment they emerged. She gave every evidence that my presence at this time was important to her.

Having that level of trust in someone is such a gift.  And having an animal offer that level of trust to me seems like nothing short of a miracle.



Kind of like the marvel embodied in the adorableness of baby goats.


Friday, April 22, 2016

Luna's gift... Simplicity...

Life as a human is busy.  There is the work we do to earn money that occupies our time, rooms to clean, laundry to wash, errands to run.  There are social engagements to attend, relationships to mull over, lawns to mow and gardens to weed.  In my mind there is a whirling "to do" list that keeps me hopping.  "I have to remember to call those customers back, and to thaw some meat for tonight's supper, and mail that card and go to the bank..."  It is difficult for me to turn the brain chatter down, even at the end of the day when it is time to rest and relax a bit. Many a night I lie in bed, sleepless, with untamed thoughts churning in my head.

The goats give no evidence of a similar problem. They live a simple life. When they eat, they eat with gusto. When they play, they involve their whole bodies to the process. When they rest, they rest deeply and comfortably.

I have found that no matter what the cyclone of ideas in my head is thrumming on about, if I take time to sit still a while and watch my livestock, the whirling stills.  If I really focus on them, simply observing them, I can stop time for moment or two. I suspend judgement, I cease planning, I watch without thought. For a fraction of my life I put analyzing on hold. I let the sounds around me filter past, and focus on the animals themselves.  Imagine a small child watching a bee in a flower.  They put their whole concentration into gazing at the actions of the wee thing before them.

When I make an effort to be still and witness what my animals are doing, I find that I am more present in my physical self, and the endless distraction of my subconscious mind is stilled. Here I find peace, and when I find peace all the good and joyful things that make up a part of life are amplified. It's really quite simple. And in that simplicity there is quiet and rest.